After the Crash      by: Roy Del Frink

NOTE: This story samples lyrics from the following tunes:

"I Can See Clearly Now" by Johnny Nash. Copyright 1972 by Johnny Nash. 
"Hair" by the Cowsills. Copyright 1968 by Galt MacDermot, Gerome Ragni, and James Rado.
"Masculine Women, Feminine Men" by Merritt Brunies & his Friars Inn Orchestra. Copyright 1926 by E. Leslie & J. V. Monaco.
"Short Dick Man" by 20 Fingers. Copyright 1995 by M. Nohr and C. Babie.
"Let It Bleed" by the Rolling Stones. Copyright 1969 by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.
"Barbie Girl" by Aqua. Copyright 1997 by D. Karsten, D. Rene, N. Claus, N. L. Crawford, P. J. Mosegaard, and R. Soren.
"Throb" by Janet Jackson. Copyright 1993 by Janet Jackson, James Harris III, and Terry Lewis.\

 

After the Crash                  by: Roy Del Frink

Robin Hart was continually pleading with Susan Porter. "Please forgive me, Susan. It was an accident."

"No! You killed my husband and I’m gonna sue you for all you’ve got!"

It all started one evening when Robin drove down the road. He’d just left the local Hooters, and was on his way to a topless strip joint. Robin just LOVED big-breasted women, and couldn’t get enough of them. Robin cared nothing for the women themselves; he just wanted to screw around with them, then flee to score with another pair of huge jugs. He’d never married in his thirty years, largely because no woman wanted this jerk. The thought of all those bouncing titties in his mind distracted him into jacking off while driving, so he didn’t see the green sedan pull in front of his red Mercedes. He hit the brakes, but it was too late. He collided with the car, and Peter Porter, the sedan’s driver and sole occupant, was declared DOA at the hospital thirty minutes later. Robin himself had suffered massive damage to his internal organs, and was still recovering from surgery two weeks later, when Peter’s widow Susan started to hound him over Peter’s death. Robin knew he was "at fault"; his insurance company had told him so. But he didn’t understand why Susan didn’t just take the million dollars the policy paid and leave him alone.

The day before Robin’s scheduled release, the five-foot-eight breast fiend got yet another visit from Susan. "I don’t understand why you’re still doing this," he said. "I’m still not going to let up my guilty conscience until you forgive me, and you’re still not willing to forgive me."

"On the contrary," Susan replied in a surprisingly calm voice, "I’ve almost ready to forgive you for the death of Peter. He wasn’t that great a husband anyhow. Tell you what: if you undergo a couple sessions with my therapist, I’ll forgive you once and for all."

Robin was shocked at her generosity. "It’s a deal!" He shook her hand, and Susan left for home.

After his release the following morning, Robin decided to take up Susan’s deal. She’d given him a card for her psychologist, a Dr. Martin Maple, on her last visit. He picked up the card, and dialed the number. "Let’s see, that’s five-five-five - seven-three-zero-two." The phone rang, and Robin heard a gentleman reply, "This is Dr. Martin Maple. How may I help you?"

"Hello. This is Robin Hart. I was referred to you by one of your patients, a Susan Porter?"

"Oh yes. Susan told me all about you. Why don’t you meet me at ten o’clock tomorrow morning?"

"Fine." Robin showed up bright and early for the appointment that day, and shook Dr. Maple’s hand before lying down on his couch.

"Now, Robin, what seems to be the problem?"

"Doctor, I accidentally killed Susan’s husband in a car crash, and she wouldn’t forgive me for awhile. I still can’t help but feel guilty for what I did. I don’t know what to do next."

Dr. Maple replied, "I know of an unorthodox therapy that should make you feel better. You just listen to snippets of popular songs, played over and over in your sleep, and the subliminal messages released via the songs will make you feel better. Here, take this special CD I created. Just play track one over and over in your sleep for a week, and you’ll feel like a new man!" He handed Robin the CD, which was labeled, "Project RH". Robin was joyous that anyone would go to those lengths all to make himself feel better. After finishing the session, he took the CD, bid adieu to Dr. Maple, and left for home.

That night, Robin played the CD on his portable CD player. As he slipped the headphones over his head, the last thing he heard was "I can see clearly now, the rain is gone/ I can see all obstacles in my way/ Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind/ It’s gonna be a bright, (bright) bright (bright) sunshine-y day." For the whole week, that’s all he heard in his sleep. And indeed, he ended up feeling better the following morning.

Robin saw Dr. Maple after the week was up, scheduling weekly visits for 10 AM on Mondays. As soon as he saw the doc, he said, "It’s working like a charm! Thanks a lot!"

"I see the therapy is working well," he replied. "Now we only need to see each other for a few minutes each week, to be sure it’s working according to plan. Now before I leave, I’d like to show you my brand new gold watch. Be sure to study it carefully." As he spoke, Dr. Maple pulled said watch out of his vest. It was beautifully designed. Robin tried to study the intricate pattern, but Dr. Maple started swinging the fob back and forth, so Robin had to move his head about to keep his eyes on the watch.

"Hey, Doc, what’s going on?" Robin yelled.

"Just keep your eyes on the watch," the therapist replied in a commanding monotone. "You are getting sleepy. Very sleepy. Your eyelids are so heavy, they cannot stay open." As Dr. Maple said this, Robin’s eyes closed shut. "Very good, Robin. You are now under my command. Whenever you hear the subliminal messages in your sleep, your body will change shape to keep up. You will like all the changes, and consciously appreciate every change in your body. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Doctor," Robin replied in a drowsy voice.

"You will wake up. When I snap my fingers, you will consciously remember nothing. Your subconscious will only remember my commands. Now awaken." The doctor snapped his fingers, and Robin woke up.

"Hey, Doc," he replied, "your watch’s design is slightly asymmetrical. The pear tree on the right should have four pears, not three."

"Why, silly me," the therapist replied. "I shall have to see my watch-engraver about that. Anyhow, this week’s session is now over. Remember to start listening to Track Two on your CD this week."

"I will," Robin replied. He left for work, and went about his daily routine. At bedtime, he played track two.

It was an old Sixties tune. "Give me beautiful hair/ Long, beautiful hair/ Shining, washing/ Cleaning, waxing/ Give me down to there (hair)/ Shoulder length or longer/ Here mamma, there mamma/ Everywhere daddy, daddy, hair (hair), hair (hair)..." Robin nodded off, and another week passed.

When he saw Dr. Maple again, Robin had very long hair. It fell down more than a foot, and he felt it rub against the back of his rib cage. He still felt nice, and started to learn how to keep his long red locks away from his eyes. He got a few comments about how "girly" his hair was, but he didn’t mind. The therapist gave him a bottle of pills, and told Robin he’d have to take one a day for the rest of his life. Robin gladly accepted them, and started playing Track Three that night.

This time, he heard an old 1920's dance hall chant. "Which is the rooster?/ Which is the hen?" it asked, and made several mentions of "masculine women" and "feminine men". Robin continued to slumber comfortably, and had strange dreams in which he wondered whether he was a man or a woman.

Over the next week, Robin was concerned about himself. He saw a strange little opening forming on his crotch, just to the right of his dick. He also felt an odd swelling sensation under his chest. And yet, Robin didn’t mind these changes. In fact, he enjoyed this new equipment. He’d spend his evenings at home fingering that slit, and feeling a new sort of arousal, one that felt warm all over and slightly damp. He also didn’t feel it go away quickly, but just dissipated gradually. He could even feel two or three coming on non-stop. And Robin also discovered a new tingly feeling when he rubbed his nipples. They looked slightly larger, and the areolae were also somewhat wider and stuck our slightly. Robin’s body looked more female. Most passers-by thought of him as a sissified male. But Robin liked the idea of being a feminine man. In fact he wasn’t sure which gender to think of himself as anymore. When Robin Hart returned to Dr. Maple, he had no idea where any of this was going, though he was surprised to see the doc recognize him.

"Hello, Robin. How’s you’re week been?"

"Strange," the patient replied in a voice sounding like a cross between a high baritone and a low alto. It was husky and sweet. "I’ve been developing strange new organs, and my body’s giving me new pleasures I’ve never known in my life."

"Excellent, Robin. The treatments are working, and the pills seem to be doing their job. Aside from those, do you feel bad in any other way?"

"No, I don’t, Dr. Maple. In fact, I enjoy my new body, for some strange reason."

"Well, then keep up your treatments. They’ve been working so far, so just go with the flow."

:"Will do, Doc. So long." When he finished his day and returned home, Robin did another masturbatory session on his own body. He pulled his manhood with one hand, and fondled his developing pussy with the other. By the time Robin fell asleep, he no longer thought of himself as male. He was a he/she. Track four of the experimental CD played in his/her eardrums as he/she fell asleep that night. The song was a modern-day dance tune. "Don’t want, don’t want, don’t want, don’t want no short dick man," it played over and over. Within minutes, Robin was out like a light.

Another week passed. Robin Hart was fired from his/her job because his/her boss didn’t approve of his/her new appearance. But Robin wasn’t fazed. In fact, he/she became overjoyed at the sight of his/her penis growing longer. By the end, it was almost two feet long when erect, and six inches around. He/she could easily get off by sucking his/her own penis with his/her own mouth, while standing up. Robin also found it difficult to fit in pants anymore, and realized his/her obvious female appearance, so he/she bought dresses and skirts. They did a reasonable job of hiding his/her non-female "thing", even though it was painful on him/her when an erection formed under his/his pantyhose.

When Robin saw the doctor again, he/she was surprised at his/her warm reception by the doc. His/her therapist just did a routine "how are you doing" session, and when Robin said he/she felt fine, he/she went home and spent all day fondling himself/herself, as he/she was getting used to. He/she played track five on the CD in his/her sleep that night. It was an old classic rock number that went like this: "We all need someone we can bleed on/ And if you want it, babe, you can bleed on me/ And we all need someone we can bleed on/ If you want it babe, well, you can bleed on me." Robin heard something about "cream on" in there too, before visiting slumber-land again.

During the next week, Robin felt pain in his/her crotch. The cramps were too much for him/her to bear. When Robin saw the blood flowing out his/her vagina, he/she realized he/she was having periods now. Robin ran to the store and bought enough tampons to last a month, then just waited until the pain went away. After that, Robin started rubbing his/her pussy again, and this time noticed familiar juices flow out of his/her body, which had never happened before. Still, it made the sex more exciting. When the week ended, Robin returned to Dr. Maple.

"Doc," the patient explained, "something screwy’s going on. Over the last few weeks, I’ve developed fully-functional female sexual organs to go with my male ones. And now, I could get pregnant! That’s not how it’s supposed to be."

"Don’t worry, Robin. The pills I gave you are supposed to assist your body while it changes. They’re still a little experimental, so don’t toss them away. If you do, you’ll never be able to enjoy your new body again. You don’t want that, do you?"

"I guess not," Robin replied. "Do you want me to listen to track six on that therapeutic CD?"

"Of course," his/her psychologist replied. Dr. Maple bid Robin good-day, and he/she went home.

Robin’s day was uneventful; all he/she did was masturbate himself/herself to sexual ecstacy. And the female inside must have been taking over, because Robin found he/she was experiencing multiple orgasms in both sets of organs. That night, Robin listened to the next track on his/her special CD. He/she heard a dance ditty that went: "I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world/ Life in plastic, it’s fantastic." The song also spoke about being a blonde bimbo, and doing whatever her man told her to do. Robin fell asleep, visions of himself/herself in skimpy clothes and girly outfits filling his/her head.

The next week, Robin’s body turned totally female, except for the penis, which retained its length and hardness. He/She developed a wasp waist and wide hips. All his/her body hair fell out, except for the muff above the pubic region. And what hair remained turned from red to golden blonde, dying naturally. Robin’s skin turned smooth as silk, almost artificially soft. And his/her thoughts became most definitely feminine. Robin started reading fashion magazines, doing his/her hair and nails, buying stylish wardrobes, and fantasizing about sex with men. (Not that women weren’t bad, either.) But most strikingly, Robin got stupider, too. When he/she was asked for photo ID’s in line, he/she would just stare at the clerk and say, "Like, what’s that? This stuff’s, like, totally hard." While Robin Hart had once been a semi-intellectual, now he/she couldn’t read his/her own watch. And he/she didn’t realize why those Visa and Master Card folks were asking for payment. After all, don’t credit cards just pay for themselves? Robin solved the problem (or so he/she figured) by using the Visa to pay the Master Card debt, and balancing the Master Card balance with his/her Visa. That done, he/she went back to shopping, beauty make-overs, and masturbating. The week ended rather quickly, and Dr. Maple (who came over to see the airhead personally, lest he/she forget) told Robin to hear the seventh and final track for one night only. Robin finished his/her day, then fell asleep with the special CD playing into his/her ears.

The song was a 1990's R&B/dance track: "(Don’t you make me wet) (Damn baby)/ I can feel your body (Damn baby)/ Pressed against my body (Damn baby)/ Wrap yourself around me (Damn baby)/ Love to feel you throbbin’ (Damn baby)". Robin found himself/herself strangely aroused by this tune, and fell asleep to a series of erotic wet dreams. He/she found himself/herself going through all sorts of sexual activities, with men and women alike, and loving each and every one of them. Surprisingly, his/her breasts also grew during each experience. In the last one, Robin saw a strange female face, one that somehow seemed reassuring.

When he/she woke up, Robin found himself/herself more sexually aroused then he/she had ever been in his/her life. Robin left his/her house and started walking down the streets of the city. It was strange for him/her, but it was all Robin could do to stop himself/herself from jumping the next person on the street and getting into a huge public fuckfest. Soon, his/her self-control had worn so thin, he/she couldn’t stand it anymore. Robin then noticed the woman from his/her dream the night before. He/She walked up to her and briefly flashed his/her nipples. "I’m Robin. Who are you?" he/she asked in a coy, playful manner. The stranger was a little startled, but answered the question.

"My name is Barbara. And I have to be at work soon."

"What’s your hurry? I wanna make out with somebody."

"Then shouldn’t you be bothering the MEN?" Barbara replied in a pestering manner.

"Actually, I’m bi-sexual. I like both sexes. It’s in my nature," Robin replied, fondling his/her tiny tits. They weren’t even big enough to fill a training bra, but they were there.

"Well, as luck would have it, I’m bisexual too, Barbara. And I happen to prefer ladies slightly. Screw the company, they don’t own me! Why don’t I just call in lazy and spend the day with you?"

"Okay!" Robin screamed joyfully. He/she squirmed impatiently during his/her ride to Barbara’s in Barbara’s car. It was frustrating, but eventually the car stopped and the two entered Barbara’s apartment.

It was a big room, a penthouse suite. Robin thought Barbara had to be head of a major company, but his/her horniness made it hard to think straight. Plus, it was hard for Robin to think, now that he/she had been bimbo-ized. The two sat on Barbara’s bed, and got ready for an all-day orgy. Robin said, "Wait, Barbara. Before we start, I have to show you something."

"What?" Barbara asked. Robin lowered his/her skirt, and Barbara was surprised at the sight of that magnificent, glorious... THING! She didn’t think one that long existed in the world, certainly not on a lady like Robin! "What are you?"

Robin giggled, and replied, "I’m a hermaphrodite, silly!" He/She pulled his/her outfit all the way off, then started fucking Barbara. Barbara couldn’t believe it, but in a way, Robin was sort of her dream lover. She tried grinding her clit against Robin’s while the latter’s tool plowed as far into Barbara as possible. As soon as she heard Robin’s sexy cries of orgasm, Barbara knew she was in heaven. After a couple minutes of this, Robin could hold back no longer, and his/her sperm squirted into Barbara’s warm womb.

Then something strange happened. Robin felt an amazingly sexy tingle course through his/her body. Barbara thought she could see Robin’s breasts grow. It was impossible, she knew, but Robin’s tiny tits were now about a full A-cup. It was about too small a change to notice, though, so she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Barbara knew Robin’s erection wouldn’t return for several minutes, so she pulled out a vibrator and stuck in into Robin’s pussy. Robin knew he/she was getting damp just thinking about it, so he/she just went with the flow. Within a couple minutes, his/her love juices started drenching the vibrator, and Robin felt the same special tingling. Barbara watched Robin’s breasts grow again. Now they were about the size of walnuts. Robin quivered in ecstacy, and kept the vibrator inside. When he/she came again, Robin started to enjoy this special tingle inside him/her, and Barbara saw the mounds turn into full-fledged B-cup breasts, about as big as tangerines.

Both Barbara and Robin were surprised at the change in Robin’s bra size, but decided to let it slide. Robin was starting to get hard again, and Barbara tried giving him/her a blow job. It was tough, but eventually, Barbara felt the liquid protein on her tongue, while Robin felt another slight increase in her breasts. It seemed like each time he/she came, Robin’s breasts grew slightly, and he/she got hornier. To test this theory, Barbara pulled on Robin’s nipples, and Robin just moaned at the sensations. He/she had never enjoyed his/her nipples being fondled this much before. Robin used one of his/her free hands to jack off, and the other to fill his/her hungry womb. Within moments, another orgasm came, and the breasts grew yet again. Barbara was amazed at the size of his/her nipples, which were almost as wide as his/her pinkie fingers and a centimeter long. Then Robin felt his/her dick ejaculate again, as hot cum fell onto Barbara’s stomach. His/her breasts grew to a full C-cup, about as large as apples. There was no denying it now; Robin’s breasts were definitely growing each time he/she came. And if it took one spurt to hit an A-cup, two more to reach a B-cup, and another three to fill a C-cup, what would happen if Robin came another four times? Barbara decided to find out.

For the rest of the morning, Barbara found ways to keep Robin coming as often as possible. She took Robin’s prick up her ass (not that it could go very far up, mind you - two feet’s an awfully LONG distance!). She gave him/her a hand job, though Barbara couldn’t quite reach all the way around his/her tool. Barbara pulled out two dildos, and placed Robin between a sex sandwich, with a side order of her pussy over Robin’s manhood. Barbara even tried fingering Robin’s pussy in all manner of methods. The whole while, Robin felt the tingle come and go inside. It was almost like an aching to him/her, like not feeling the tingle made him/her feel unfulfilled. A couple times, Robin experienced multiple orgasms, which felt extra-good and sped up the growth of his/her breasts even more. After spending the whole morning and half the afternoon having sex in Barbara’s apartment, Robin couldn’t believe the size his/her breasts had grown into. They were now as big as cantaloupes, and held thumb-sized nipples!

Robin was astounded how horny he/she had gotten, so he/she experimented. She whipped up his/her dick to a full erection, pointed it upwards at his/her magnificent globes, and tittie-fucked himself/herself. Eventually, both his/her male and female sides couldn’t take it anymore, and his/her testes erupted in a massive explosion coating his/her breasts with his/her own cum. His/her vagina also spurted out liquid all the way down his/her thighs. Robin felt the same tingling in his/her chest he/she had all day, and watched his/her tits gain another millimeter or two in circumference. The changes were insignificant, but made Robin feel better about himself/herself.

Barbara, too, liked the experience. Just watching Robin pull off this extraordinary sexual feat made her horny. She had to excuse herself into the bathroom to relieve herself. When Barbara returned, she decided to call a friend of hers. "Is this Dr. Martin Maple?"

"Yes. Hello, Barbara. How’s the plan going?"

"It’s working like a charm, Marty! Robin’s so horny she could get off on eating rice cakes! I’m gonna invite a few friends over."

"Perfect. I’ll see you there, Barbara. Goodbye."

Barbara hung up. The plans she, Marty, and her "silent partner" had devised were about to come to fruition.

 

TWO DAYS LATER:

Richard Dick, the famous adult movie director, interviewed his newest find, along with his/her agents. Robbie Heart, as he/she was hereafter to be known, just fondled his/her own body senseless as Richard interviewed his/her three representatives, not caring about a thing in the world but those sexy men and women she’d be having fun with all day long. The others just stared at the spectacle Robbie was making, but he/she didn’t care.

"Mr. Maple, this is an amazing specimen! Where did you find her?"

"I didn’t find Robbie, Mr. Dick. I made her. She used to be a male, until I gave her a special CD full of subliminal messages to hear. Robbie heard them, naturally, and I got the power of suggestion to change her body as the messages told her. A case of mind over matter, really."

"And how did you accomplish this?"

"Let Barbara explain that one."

"Okay, Doc. Mr. Dick, I’m the head of a pharmaceuticals company. I’ve had some run-ins with the law, so I work for private enterprise now. Some think my work is unethical, but I don’t care. About three months ago, I finished developing the special chemical OvaTest, which turns men and women into real, fully-functioning hermaphrodites. The secret’s in an ingredient I call ‘separin’, which keeps the subject’s testosterone concentrated in the penis and testes, so it doesn’t diminish the female organs’ abilities. I didn’t have the slightest idea what to do with it until Dr. Maple here, an old friend of mine, called me and told me about a patient he wanted to alter. He asked if I had any fresh ‘miracle drugs’ to test, and I told him about OvaTest. He agreed it was perfect, and we gave a test dose to our patient, Robbie. Just look how well it works!" As Barbara spoke, she pointed at Robbie, whose male and female halves were both releasing bodily fluids.

Richard Dick was throughly impressed. He was even more surprised when he noticed Robbie’s

beach ball-sized breasts increase slightly, almost invisibly, in size. "How did you get her breasts to grow?" he asked, mouth drooling. If he didn’t finish the conversation soon, he’d have to join Robbie in the one-person orgy.

Dr. Maple answered. "It’s another side effect. The last subliminal message I gave Robbie resulted in her breasts expanding slightly every time she orgasms. After one orgasm, her breasts were A-cup size. After that, it was another extra orgasm to the next bra-size. I’ve lost track, but I think she’s about fifty away from another full bra size. If she keeps this up, Robbie eventually won’t be able to go outdoors, or even walk. But that shouldn’t stop her movie career."

"It sure won’t; I’ll see to that," Richard laughed to himself. "Just put her in a decent outfit, for Christ’s sakes, and I’ll take her off to my studio." This was done rather quickly, thought Robbie was disappointed that he/she would have to stop playing with himself/herself for awhile. Eventually, they packed up Robbie’s stuff, and he/she said goodbye to her mentors. "Thanks for making me a horny slut! And I love my dick, pussy, and titties, too!" she told them. Her vocabulary had been dumbed-down to short words and dirty slang. But Robbie didn’t care, or even notice. He/she just wanted to continue the sex.

"So long. And Barbara, could you give me some of that OvaTest stuff? I could sure use it."

"Certainly. In fact, I’ve got three other test subjects that would probably work for free. Just remember, Robbie and anyone else on OvaTest needs to take one a day for life to keep up the effects."

"Thank you, Barbara. So long, guys. I’ve got pictures to make!" Richard Dick said, and he left.

Susan Porter, the "silent partner" in the scheme, smiled as she watched Robbie Heart leave her life forever. I never really forgave you, Robin, she thought to herself. It’s the old "eye-for-an-eye" principle. You kill my husband, I kill you.

THE END

 

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